The Home advocate. (Farmerville, La.) 1885-1???, 1887-06-10


great important Pickles himself.
You know Mr.. Swayne, of Bog Tav-
ern?"
"Meesser Swayne?"
Yes"
"Meester Swayne-oh yees, der drinks
fur dree."
The detective waited while the barkeeper
set ont glasses and black bottle for three
men who hid shufiled up to the bar. One
of the three was an old man, poorly clad.
with the symptoms Of one we'll under the
influence of liquor. He had one queer
eye that persisted III rolling white dot to-
ward one in a most unpleasant manner.
The detective noticed this, and started
suddenly. Where had he seen that game
eve before: Surely he hai seen it. and N
far different place than the present. All
now he remembered, it was in Il little cabin
among the hills. The white Of that eye
had been turned outward when thc outlaw
was excited or wrathful.
A@ain Detective Gray cast sharp glance
at the seeming miner.
The white eye again gnred at him. but it
was the right eye: the defective orb i'll the
head of Burden Brono was the left one. A
coincidence that was all. OF course this
man was in no way connected with the
uOteu outid". -NtNtItiltltSS tut tApltSolOil
of that eve had given Gray a start and
placed him on his guard.
Stranger, won't Won treat poor cub that
had his last cent stole by ondecent white
niggers?"
1t was the miner with the game eye who
put the question. His two companions had
sauntered back to chairs at the side Of the
room.
"You are unfortunate" answered the de-
tective Who robbed you?"
burned white niggers."
Did you have much money!"
"A heap on it. stranger, all in gold. I'd
got it toCather, and was lest ready to start
fur old Mlssouree arter the old gal and the
babies. when gallo up and stole the hull
pile, and now IN poorer Il ever l WAS, that S
the solemn fact. 2"
Tears stood in the old mans eyes as he
finished and his aged, stalwart, yet now
sadly bent form trembed with the MASTER
full power of his emotions.
Even the heart of the detective was
touched. for Eagle Gray, in spite Of his
calling, was a generous man.
Thrusting his hand into his pocket he
drew forth several silver pieces and laid
them in the trembling hand Of the old
miner.
There, take that and my advice with it,
which is to get out Of the city and away
from saloons as quickly as possible"
"Thankee, sir. May l ask your name?
I want to member you in my prayers" ut
tered the old man effusively.
My name is Thompson"
And mire's Hennery Harelip. I'll for
git We no more, Mr.. Thompson"
Then Mr.. Harelip moved toward the
1oor Nrox, %ob
puzzled at something in the mans look or
voice.
On the threshold the old man turned half
round. throwing 4 swift e:lAAso back ard.
Then Eagle Gray started and uttered a low
cry.
Again the white of that eye presented
itself to the puzzled gaze Of the detc ,t;ye,
and this time the defective orb was the left
one!
1t was this discovery that caused Eagle
Gray to start forward with an astonished
cry.
When he gained the door. however, the
old man who had been robbed was nowhere
to be seen. A strong suspicion now held
possession of the detective.
It was Burden Brono, am sure Of it,
mustered Gray, az he stood outside, in the
shadow of q veranda post, and gazed sharp
ly up and down the narrow, filthy street.
He had forgotten all about the non-ap-
pearance of Swayne under this new excite
ment
The detective had allowed his hand to
fall to the butt Of concealed revolver.
A touch on the arm caused him to turn
swiftly and look into the face of one whom
he had been longing to see.
You were right Mr.. Gray. alias Thomp-
son, quite right. The robber has made
dupe Of the great detective"
Something like sneer followed the
words.
Gray drew his pistol and covered the
speaker. who was none other than his old
enemy, Wallis Wager.